Category: absolutely no upskirt
Lashes speak louder then words
There’s a place I know where we should go
So, for the next two weeks Servitor’s owner will be on holiday, so I’ll have the pleasure of 14-hour workdays for no pay in a different location.
As regular ‘readers’ will be aware, this blog has a fine tradition of clearing out old unpublished images that aren’t very good posting extra, bonus images during the holiday period by putting up a daily post with three unconnected, unthemed captioned images without context, wit or point. So that will happen starting from tomorrow for two weeks.
For today, however, the first post of an occasional new series: Holidays in Heaven, which has as a theme slightly contrived situations in which a couple from a ‘normal’ country (i.e. a patriarchal hell-hole) are on holiday in a female supremacist paradise.
OK, very contrived then. Whatever. I need to go and get my crate ready for the long flight. Let’s hope I don’t spend too long trundling round and round on the luggage carousel before she collects me this time. Last time it was two weeks, the entire holiday. But she’s always been forgetful like that, bless her.
Formal disciplinary procedures
I was once threatened with ‘formal disciplinary procedures’ by the Head of Human Resources at a company I was working for. Needless to say, I initially misinterpreted her offer! So it nearly got quite embarrassing but as soon as she explained that she wasn’t speaking about HR matters in a work context, but just wanted to put me across her lap and spank my naughty bottom, we both relaxed and ended up having rather a fun evening.
Don’t worry, it doesn’t stay that impersonal. She has pet names for each of her favourite interns – and for those she most dislikes, too, oddly enough. |
She likes to give direct feedback on her employees’ performance, so she’ll probably end up asking if she can borrow the remote. |
Expensive things. That’s why they call them ‘expenses’ after all. |
Guys who sexualise and objectify women in a work context are the worst, aren’t they? I’m glad I published this post, so I can make my views on that clear. |
What a very understanding work environment. Basically, they are creating an unsafe space just for you. I hope you’ll be suitably grateful. |
Inferior sex
It’s the only kind I’ve ever provided, according to my SO. Although how she can come to such a firm judgement after only one (barely even one, technically speaking) occasion escapes me. Oh well.
It’ll be all right on the day. She’ll make sure of that. |
If you read that caption and ended up feeling almost unbearable envy for Pookie, then you’re in the right place. |
The lovely Maya Sin, who once slapped and humiliated Servitor for a few hours, providing much-needed certainty. She seems temporarily(?) to have disappeared from the Internet but here is a page about her.
All of them? Or should they come up in threes? |
She had the right to remain silent, but I understand she waived it. |
Leading ladies
Oh, it would be just awful lying across that skirt having your backside whacked repeatedly with a heavy wooden hairbrush, don’t you think? Awful. No, no, please don’t do that. |
Well at least she’s giving you a choice. |
I see a happy ever after on the horizon. |
You know, I write a lot here about being told I was ‘the worst fuck ever’ on dates, but actually it’s only happened to me once. |
Divine Order
I worship her divine shadow.
I’ve had a few bruising relationships myself, but I usually have to pay for them. |
Unless she forgets, obviously. |
It’s obviously preying on her mind, the poor thing. |
I pay a sex worker to have vanilla intercourse, once a month. She usually sends me a picture of the lucky guy. |
She’ll get round to yours. You just need to wait very patiently. Try shifting your weight from side to side a bit if your knees are starting to hurt. |
Never say never again
Please? Please don’t say that. I’ll be good, I promise. I –
Its ridiculous really. If she wants a curvy cock, what does she think this is, neatly tucked away in the tube around my scrotum? Women, eh? |
He’ll be thanking her particularly fulsomely.* |
Maybe I could have sex in the fields? When the weather’s a bit warmer, obviously. |
I wonder what the question was… Honestly, who writes these things? Why be so obscure? |
And new things about bears. I’ve heard they shit in the… anyway, I’m sure you’ll have a very interesting time. |
* ‘Fulsome’ is a word often mis-used to mean ‘complete’ or ‘enthusiastic’ when in fact it means ‘excessively flattering or insincerely earnest’. I once emailed a domme I was visiting, expresing my ‘fulsome’ thanks for my treatment in our last session, to be greeted next time by a Mistress holding a dictionary and a cane.
Snivelling
I do a lot of snivelling. I feel it is an under-rated and much-maligned activity; you rarely see the word used in a positive context.
It is truly better to give than to receive, my SO always says, a particularly relevant thought to bear in mind in this festive season. |
Go on then… let’s get it over with… |
Which nice things to buy, maybe? |
He always wanted to be considered ‘statuesque’. Now he will be. |
To experience an after-life you have to have had a life, so I don’t think this is what my future looks like. |
When you’re dancing slowly, sucking your sleeve
The boys get lonely after you leave. I’ve featured this before, of course.
I have to admit she’s right there. |
Breaking up is always painful – this no more so than most. |
Silly old Kurt – fucks my wife, takes my money… I think he’s just covering up feelings of insecurity. |
No regrets, though. She doesn’t allow them. |
Awww…., isn’t she sweet? How could anyone say no to that? |